Castle Lusipurr #33: Oh, the Humanity!

Lusipurr cannot write the accompanying post this week, as he is still recovering from his injuries in his office. We cannot report on his condition, because the view through the glass is obscured by a green haze–but from within is coming the sound of a low, funeral chanting. The words are the sort which were prepared to be sung at the end of time, and merely hearing a few strains of this dirge is enough to erase any memory of happiness or joy from one’s mind. I think we can conclude from this that Lusipurr is fine and will be as right as rain in no time.